Her moans were coming faster, growing louder. I captured her mouth, but my grunts weren’t muted like I’d hoped. The force of my pumps increased along with the motion of her hips. Our teeth bumped and she giggled, but then gasped as the tip of my cock grazed the perfect spot inside of her.

I tried to shush her but it came out more a chuckle. We tried to kiss again, but she was so close. Her body tightened, the vise of her legs biting into my sides.

She crested, her orgasm rippling over my most sensitive skin, and as she cleared the top, she opened her mouth to cry out, then jerked like she’d just remembered we were trying—and failing—to be quiet. Her head thunked the wall, but her body was still spasming in climax. Another giggle cut through a moan. Then she tried to suppress the moan and laughed again.

I grinned, then my own orgasm hit. I clenched my teeth, but damn, blistering ecstasy mixed with my wife’s laughter spurred my own.

“Shh,” she admonished, her smile wide.

“You shush. You were louder.” I chuckled and gasped as humor-laced aftershocks cascaded through my body.

“Oh my gosh. Good thing we tried this when they were gone,” she whispered.

I helped her unhook her legs. Before I stepped out, I touched her lips in a firm kiss. “I’ll let you finish.”

I snagged a towel as I got out and replaced it with a new one for her. I dried off and redressed. My hair routine the days I worked from home was becoming a halfhearted finger comb.

By the time I got downstairs, Dawson was rummaging through the fridge. Kate was going to die inside when I told her Dawson had returned at some point during our sex session. He glanced at me, lingered on my wet hair, quirked a brow, then lifted his gaze to the bathroom. As if on cue, the shower clicked off.

He shook his head. “And to think Bristol put me off last night because you two were here and she was afraid you’d know we were doing it.”

“She afraid you’re too noisy?”

He turned his attention back to the contents of the fridge and scratched the side of his head with his middle finger. I chuckled and practically bounced to the table.

He leaned back out of the fridge and pondered me the entire way.

I readied my computer but couldn’t ignore him. “You’re wasting energy.”

He let the doors swing shut but didn’t take his gaze off me.

My brother wasn’t going to ruin my morning, yet his attention wasn’t negative. It was… I couldn’t identify it. “What?”

“Nothing. It’s just nice seeing you like this.”

“It’s nice to feel like this.” The confession came easily.